Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.